…IN MY CAR.
Loving my large men’s dress shirts… almost as much as my photographer, Mr. Minx.
For more outdoor sinners, click the pink lips below.
Last week it was time to bring the Xmas decorations down from the garage storage. Mr. Minx is always SO eager to hold the ladder for me…and clearly, this is why!!
I like this pic because my pants are as colorful as a Xmas tree 🙂
December is now upon us so it’s time for me to make the switch from online shopping to actually setting foot in some stores. I don’t look forward to crowds of crazy shoppers, so I stick to a select few of favorite stores. Inevitably, since I have made the trip already, I do find myself wandering through a couple extra stores, hoping to come across something unexpected. This year is a little different.
I really only “make a day of it” shopping, this one time of year, so I also take the opportunity to touch/feel/try the things that catch my eye, for myself too. Online browsing is nice and convenient, but nothing compares to picking up an item in your own two hands to make a determination of quality and value before purchasing.
As I enter one of those unplanned shops, something feels unlike the rest. I seem to know that I won’t find any gifts here, but I am drawn to stay. I do see some clothing items that catch my eye, and I gather several pieces as I make my way through rack after rack, ending up in line at the fitting rooms. This is when the feeling of déjà vu begins to hit me. Something feels so familiar and begins to stir within me as I get closer to entering the room. When I am at the front of the line, I have to wait a bit longer, and during those moments the light bulb goes off in my head…I have not only been here, but there is a memory here that I had forgotten…a glorious one.
Years ago I had been holiday shopping with my girlfriend (turned love interest), Willow. I don’t usually share a dressing room when trying on clothes, but that time was different. We each had a couple items in our hands, and she suggested we share a room. I quickly agreed. Already thinking about watching her change, I was anxiously anticipating a couple kisses.
I’d never made out in a dressing room before, but that was about to change. These rooms were actual rooms with walls that were floor to ceiling, will full length doors…very private. As we each tried on a couple shirts, we could still hear the chatter of the other customers nearby. We took advantage of our private surroundings and exchanged some sensual kisses. I could feel the heat within me begin to rise. It felt so naughty to be half naked and making out as people were waiting for a free dressing room. This only made it hotter.
We thought it may be best to leave soon, so she proceeded to try on the pants and skirt she picked out. No sooner did she remove her pants, I pushed her against the wall behind her with my bare breasts and a kiss, reaching below to scoot down her panties. Sliding a finger to her slit, I immediately felt her wetness, just waiting for me. The more she moaned (as silently as she could) I probed her pussy with my fingers, kissed her deeply, and pressed my boobs against hers. She returned my touches, unzipped my pants, and reached for my own moistness. The more I felt her fingers; I was dripping in no time. Willow and I could barely contain our passion for one another. Before I knew it, she dropped to her knees, suckling my tits on the way down. Her tongue found my clit immediately, and I parted my legs slightly to give her easier access. I was breathing so heavily, it was not easy to keep quiet. I was so horny, I almost forgot about our surroundings completely. I had to have her, so I sat her on the bench where I could find my place between her legs and lick her sweet juices. We knew others were waiting for our room, but it seemed to drive us to go for what we wanted, without hesitation.
Ultimately I rose to the bench, beside her for more boob play, and to share her own nectar that still glossed my lips. What a juicy kiss that was! A perfect way to wrap up our short, yet ever so taboo session. Glowing from the passion that was seeping from our very pores, we dressed, reviewed each other for presentable appearance, and gathered our things as we exited. We then waited in the checkout line, as we exchanged loving smiles, continuing to bask in the residual heat from our mini escapade.